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I planned most of our wedding before I even got sick. At the time, it felt like madness. Later, it felt like fate. Because when the chaos hit, it gave me something to focus on. A promise to myself: there’s more life after this.

Everyone else had This Is Me. I had Hugh Jackman belting From Now On while I lay in a bubble bath trying to forget about chemo. Not the soundtrack of survival anyone expected, but it worked for me.

I swore I’d never get a wig… until I found myself in a tiny boutique full of colour and character. An hour later, I walked out with hair, a grin, and a new mission: fix Scotland’s ginger wig shortage.